A/N: Kudo's to anyone who can spot the song reference in the first half the chapter. (Hint: I do love my Disney classics). I also had to add a bit of 'Underground' into the chapter. I had a bit of writer's block when I came to that part and decided to put on some Labyrinth music as motivation and found myself writing out the lyrics. It actually worked out well and tied into the story pretty neatly I think.

As always, please love and review! It's the greatest motivation to see people's feedback on my story and it's chapters :)

NO LOVE INJECTION

That night, Sarah once more had a disturbing dream. She dreamt she was in a tunnel- a very dark tunnel at that, and she was running. She felt as though she was running from something that she didn't want to face- although she didn't know what it was- and yet she was also running towards something that she was drawn to in the process of trying to get away from the other thing. It was as though the more she ran away, the more she was running to something and she felt as though there was a gap that rapidly was closing. It was almost as though she ran out of denial, but at the same time was trapping herself in a predicament of mixed and confused emotions.

Before she could work out what she was running from or to, however, something disturbed her in her sleep and she woke up. Once more, it was still dark out, but this time her curtain was closed and she only knew it was still dark because of the dim light that snuck through the sides. She had awoken with a start and had jerked into an upright position, resting her weight onto her elbows. She had thought she'd heard a noise in her room that had been rather loud, and she looked around in bewilderment. Nothing seemed at all out of place- everything looked normal enough, but she had sworn she had heard a loud sound. Getting up, she went over to the window, her dream momentarily forgotten. She pulled back the curtain to reveal a still night sky with a moon that shone through the branches of the tree outside. She blinked her hazel eyes in wonderment. The night seemed so perfectly still compared to the storm of earlier that day and everything she could see in the yard and down the street seemed to reflect and sparkle in the moons eerie rays…It was almost magical. Sarah felt the urge to open the window, and she did so, leaning out into the still night air just as a gentle gust of wind came up from out of nowhere and caressed her cheeks, playing with a few strands of her hair that danced around her face. The air smelt sweet and tender, she had never experienced it like this before and she was almost glad she had been awoken, so that she could indulge on this night that seemed to weave a magic spell. It really was a bella notte. She looked up to the skies and smiled, they had stars in their eyes and she suddenly had the overcoming feeling that she should be spending it with someone special, yet she felt somehow satisfied because she felt strangely as though she was with someone, as though she could imagine their presence and almost feel it. Of course it was only her effervescent imagination, but Sarah felt peculiarly complete and satisfied, and for a moment, her innermost feelings of unexplained longing she had felt for the past day were gone. Vanished as though that gentle puff of wind had carried them away with it. Sarah closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She felt unexplainably happy and she didn't even bother to ponder why- she just took the feeling for what it was and savoured it, for she had never felt this way in her life.

After a seemingly long while of just silently hanging out the window, she yawned and turned back to her bed. She did not want to go to sleep again just yet, but she knew she would have to get more rest if she wanted to be nice and fresh in the morning.

With all her worries forgotten, and her curious dream far at the back of her mind, she now felt as relaxed as ever. She climbed back into her bed, leaving the window open. Shutting her eyes, another calm breeze whisked into her room and brushed gently across her cheeks. With that, she was asleep once more and had she been awake, she would've seen the single white owl feather slowly glide into her room through the open window and come to rest lightly on her pillow next to her peacefully sleeping face.

"No one can blame you, for walking away. Too much rejection, no love injection. Life can't be easy, it's not always swell. Don't tell me truth hurts little girl, cos it hurts like hell. But down in the Underground you'll find someone true. Down in the Underground a land serene a crystal moon…"

Sarah lifted her head with a start. She was in a book shop where she had gone with her parents and Toby and had wandered off into an isle by herself when she heard the song begin playing on the radio. At first she didn't really notice it, but very soon she recognised it- she recognised everything about it. Sarah furrowed her brow in confusion. She knew that song, she'd heard it before and it felt almost personal…as though the singer, a sultry, clear, male voice was singing about her. Before she could worry herself further with trying to figure out where she'd heard it, her father was calling her. "Sarah, come on, we're leaving." She put the book she'd been holding back into the shelf and hurriedly stepped out the isle and to the front counter of the shop.

Once outside in the street, the family continued down the sidewalk, on their way to the next shop. They always went into town on Sundays and popped into all the shops, openly looking for anything that caught their eye and that wasn't too expensive. Karen always bought a book and her father was constantly looking for bargains for their home. "Uhm." Sarah began, not quite sure why she suddenly was feeling anxious. "Hmm?" murmured her dad, sounding distracted as he looked into the window of a furniture shop as they walked past. Karen was ahead, pushing Toby in his pram. "Who was singing that song in the bookshop? The one that came onto the radio just as we were about to leave?" She questioned.

"Which song Sarah? There was only classical music playing in there the whole time."

"Oh." Sarah said, looking to the ground as she walked. She decided not to question further or to argue…perhaps she had imagined it and had daydreamed the song up. She was daydreaming so often these days. Luckily her dad carried on walking, looking into each shop window, and took no notice of her strange attitude.

Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she really had heard the song, and she was quite positive that she recognized it from somewhere.

After Sarah had woken up- for the whole day, she had been trying to ignore any thought of the Labyrinth that tried to cross her mind. She was trying hard to forget all about it, but it had proved to be incredibly difficult, since she kept on recalling what Hoggle had said about Jareth not ever letting her forget. What was written in the book had been worrying her too, as much as she tried to deny it and she had also woken up that morning to a snowy white feather tickling her face. She had absolutely no idea where it had come from.

Once back home from the family's expedition in town, Sarah had gone straight back to her room where she had tried to read a book, but had not succeeded in getting any peace and quiet as Toby had decided to throw a tantrum. She felt completely frustrated and trapped. He was such a demanding baby, it drove her insane and she didn't know how her parents put up with him so easily. Sometimes she wished she didn't have to be here…sometimes she just wished she was somewhere else, where she would have no worries and where all her dreams would come true. The Underground, she thought before she could realise that she was starting to think about it again. She shook her head, angry with herself. "You are not living any fantasy Sarah, certainly not that one. It's all a lie." She told herself firmly. Suddenly she recalled the strange dream she had had before she had woken up in the middle of the night. It came back to her in bits pieces until it was complete and she didn't know what to make of it. It was completely and utterly confusing and she dismissed it as just being an odd dream- which she sometimes had, and nothing more.

She still had the unexplainable feeling of longing, longing for someone and it added to her confused and angry emotions. Oh stop it! She thought. What has gotten into me? I must be going mad.

She was feeling worn out and tired, and her mind was a chaos of mixed and muddled emotions. Sometimes she just felt like escaping from her harsh reality because it was so boring and she never had any excitement in her life. One thing was true about the Labyrinth- and this she wouldn't deny- she sure had had an adventure and not a moment had been dull and predictable spent in the Underground.

She turned to her bed, yawning. She could still hear Toby wailing in her parent's room and Karen trying to hush him, but for the time, Sarah shut all that out. She had not had one undisturbed night's sleep since she had been back home- she had not had the chance to fully rest and recover and she could feel it getting to her. Perhaps that was why she had been hearing songs that weren't really there and been feeling so strange and incomplete lately…she was incomplete on sleep, that was for sure.

Sarah ignored the sound of Toby crying in the background as she lay down on her bed. Just a little nap, she thought. His crying grew fainter and fainter as she fell into a deep sleep, and then it was gone, and she had fallen back into her haunting dreams once more.